The Rose Parade is a big deal out here in SoCal. Last year when I talked about it and guingel didn't even know what it was, I was completely shocked. I mean, it's THE ROSE PARADE. (By the way, the Rose Parade is held on the 1st of every year in Pasadena. There are about a hundred floats covered in flowers in it, many marching bands, many equestrian groups, and many many many other cool things. A million people camped out along the streets this year to watch it. Every network channel out here covers it, and channel 5 has it on constant repeat all day after it's over.)
I used to get up at the crack of dawn to watch it. Yesterday I was still too blitzed from the night before to do so, but that's not the reason I didn't. I haven't actually been watching it all for the last few years now. Has it lost it's enchantment? I don't know.
This was my thought this year while watching the few bits that I caught: I wish I had been in a band. It looked so neat! Marching in spiffy uniforms playing instruments and just, coolness. I read reina's posts about her band experiences and am envious. I listen to my sisty talk about her high school marching band days and the lifelong friends (including her husband) she made with her bandmates and it sounds neat.
Yesterday, I watched the bands and listened to their songs with more interest than the floats. In my younger years, I used to begrude all the time spent on the bands and pay attention to mainly the floats. Age changes you, I guess.
I still love the Rose Parade.